The Glorious Madness.

Like a cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

In the burning light

Of that sadistic sun.

Sinking-rising-

Burning the golden lightening

In the broad of daylight.

He fears not-

Throwing the silver arrows and spheres

In the dawn- quite clear

The dusk, a little dear

He springs, trying to cut my wings

Amidst the shade of rainbows- I hide

Unwanted- unbidden

Not to shed a tear

But only to gather my very madness.

He knows not what I am

A cruel, blithe spirit

Rejoicing in the love that I bore

That from my lips would flow

And so like a lonely cloud of fire

I soar a little higher

Ignoring the fountain of pain

Basking in the glory of triumphant gain.

 

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47 thoughts on “The Glorious Madness.”

  1. Wow…so Beautifully written powerful, expressive full of imagery. It is quite insightful and inspiring, it is truly โ€œGlorious Madness, capturing Glory to Glory
    Yonnie๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŒธ

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  2. Beautiful!! How did you think of this …im trying to imagine the creative process…wonderful absolutely!!
    Also following lines came to my mind too while reading it…not related but i guess you will like them. They are from a very famous urdu poem so you can search the rest if you like these:

    Tu Shaheen Hai, Parwaz Hai Kaam Tera,
    Tere Samne Asman Aur Bhi Hain.
    Issi Roz-o-Shab Mein Ulajh Kar Na Reh Ja,
    Ke Tere Zaman-o-Makan Aur Bhi Hai.

    (Shaheen=Eagle, parwaz=soar high in sky, roz-o-shab=day and night, zaman-o-makan= time and places)

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